A surprised sputter escapes his throat, but I grab his neck and push him down. He swallows his protests.“That’s a lie,” I say. “I need the tru...h.”“Be-because I wish to study here, and this is the only way.”Wham. The other cheek, with more intensity.“The. Truth.”Jordan bends his knees.“What do you want me to say?”Wham. Wham.“What you don’t want to admit even to yourself.”His butt cheeks gain an adorable rosy tint. I hurl the pad two more times, but Jordan remains silent. I reach between his. He sat down on the bar stool while I tried to land back on earth. I just stared up at his kitchen celling for a bit wondering if I could ever cum down from that high.I finally leaned up on my elbows with my legs still spread wide on his table, my juices leaking out under my ass. I watched him stroking his penis and finally blurted out that I wondered if he tasted as good as he looked. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me down the table right in front of him and told me to let him know. I. The butler headed to the right of the staircase, along a passageway. His footsteps on the wood floor echoed and then came to a stop."Mr MacSween, Sir," the butler announced as he opened a door.Once again Gavin was thrown by the fact that his name was known. He stepped past the butler and found himself in another library, not dissimilar to the one he had seen earlier at Macheda Jerez-Gonzalez's house.A middle-aged man rose from one of the leather chairs and scrutinised Gavin with piercing blue. I worked for Bank of America in California, so I gave it a shot and they were expanding. I’ll be a teller, but everybody starts at teller.”Georgia nodded in understanding, and then glanced at her other friend. Barbara seemed out of it for some reason. “Barb, what’s wrong? You’ve just been moping around all afternoon!”“It’s nothing.” Barbara couldn’t imagine explaining the truth. My husband won’t fuck me, so I have to use a vibrator constantly! No way could she say that!“It doesn’t sound like.